melt your silver down / kiss your lover's face / the sirens start to sound

[herotypical]

Who: [Bad username or site: lists_to_port title= @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: slaying title= @ livejournal.com]
What: a battle dome date
When: july 9th
Where: the battle dome
Summary: one part training exercise, two parts tourism
Rating: r -- for violence. and then who knows what. better to be safe than sorry idek?

Buffy Summers asked Jack Sparrow to meet her at the battle dome. It was a plan that had been discussed before the pirate had disappeared and now that he was back? Well -- she cared very little for dawdling. They had dawdled before but now was the time for seizing. She had yet to overcome the horror of waking up alone for yet another morning when she had expected to be the furthest thing from it.

People change. And Buffy mused quietly upon the changes to be found in Jack as she waited just outside the dome's entrance. She had a bag-o-weapons at her feet and a plastic bottle filled with some sort of over-sugared juice in her hand.

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[herotypical]

"You're handsomeish either way, Jack."

Though a feather sounded intriguing.

[all7seas]

"A big huge large feather, what sweeps about as you move," he added. "Prettiest lady pirate to ever sail, really. Or not sail. You haven't sailed, yet. Soon."

[herotypical]

"Is the sweeping at all functional or are we talking a purely cosmetic sweep, here?"

[all7seas]

"Cosmetic and romantical and distracting and flirtatious. So? Highly useful!" Jack stopped just at the end of the path leading up to House 7. He still felt not-quite-right using the front door.

[herotypical]

And she kept on walking until she realized that she was walking alone -- at which point, she turned back. A perfect picture of herself, really. Deadly weapon in one hand, a perfectly imperfect handful of flowers in the other.

"...You find the hat, I'll wear it. One night only."

[all7seas]

"One night only," the pirate repeated solemnly. He didn't move from where he was standing. Her window would be unlocked and that was his preferred entrance. "We have an accord."

[herotypical]

"...I'll see you in a few seconds?" Hopeful, despite the hardness of the evening.

[all7seas]

"Give a man a tiny bit more time to climb in your window and remove his boots, eh? I'm quick but I'm not THAT quick, Annie."

[herotypical]

"...Think you can get in and debooted before I pour myself a tall glass of chocolate milk?"

[all7seas]

"I suppose there's only one way to find out." He backed away, not taking his eyes from her until the shadows of the trees swallowed him. Then Jack made his way around the house to her window. He took his time; the fireflies were out, the gardens smelled nice, and a soft breeze was blowing. It set him longing for the sea, and for the Pearl, and for her all at once.

[herotypical]

She made her most habitual way inside. Tucked her shoes by the door, found a little vase for the flowers, and propped her scythe up by her bedroom door. Buffy filled two glasses high with chocolate milk despite a suspicion that it might be a little on the sweet side for Sparrow. Oh well. It seemed rude to not at least provide it.

[all7seas]

Slowly the window sash in Buffy's room lifted, and dark eyes peered into the room. She wasn't there, yet. Jack hauled himself over the ledge and dropped to the floor quietly, moving like a man who had done this many, many times before. He carefully arranged his boots by the window and, after hesitating a moment, left the window open. The breeze that had chased him around the side of the house was filtering in nicely, carrying all those night-scents with it.

[herotypical]

She picked her way back to her room, balancing the glasses in her hand. When she came across him, she whispered: "You win."

[all7seas]

"Do I? Is it possible you've added more decorative pillows, Annie?"

[herotypical]

"...Your eyes are just playing tricks on you. You're probably getting old."

After setting down both chocolate milks, she clicked a side-table lamp on and flooded the room with warm light.

[all7seas]

"Probably," he agreed. "Immortality's right out for me, now." He took one of the chocolate milks for himself and perched on the edge of the bed, sniffing it thoughtfully. "What's this? Chocolate? Milk? What on earth...?"

[herotypical]

"Milk plus chocolate syrup. It equals delicious." Pretty soon the relevant question of 'how has the Slayer avoided developing diabetes' might come up. She drank her own glass with gusto and sat down with her back against the pillow-swamped headboard.

[all7seas]

"And here I thought it wasn't possible for you to introduce me to even more sweetness!" Surprisingly, Jack actually LIKED the chocolate milk. After the first experimental sip, he drank it fairly eagerly.

[herotypical]

"Strawberry-banana smoothies, remember? You still have that to look forward to. And smores. And dessert pizza."

[all7seas]

"All the more reason to keep you around, I expect." Smores. Smores and dessert pizza. Jack was going to have to pour chili powder on them.

[herotypical]

Clearly, something was broken about Jack's taste in everything.

"Oh. Great. At least you have a reason. I feel so much better now."

[all7seas]

"Give me your glass. I'll wash them."

[herotypical]

"See, this?" She passed the empty over before stretching out on the bed. "This is my reason for keeping you around."

[all7seas]

"Opportunistic little bit of a thing, aren't we."

Jack liked doing dishes. He liked the orderliness of a clean galley and the feel of warm water flowing over his hands---he still wasn't over that modern convenience of the sink. Although he still didn't QUITE understand why everything had to smell like lemons.

So he rolled up his sleeves in the quiet kitchen and washed out the glasses and any odds and ends he could find in the sink.

[herotypical]

She had been about to call some quip after him about giving her too many opportunities to start with. But Jilly was convalescing a few rooms down. And Bones probably wouldn't approve of needless shouting. Buffy had gotten rather accustomed to living in a quiet house where the front windows didn't get smashed every second week and there were no shouting matches over borrowed sweaters.

She shover aside some pillows and made more room and waited only semi-patiently for the pirate's return.